Dakota's POV On Sunday when i woke up i kept thinking back to last night. more importantly, The Kiss. I didn' t feel bad. i don't kow what i feel really- maybe i do feel bad, bad that i told him to take me home and i didn't explain to him. should i tell him my past? my past was just so awful i don't want to bring it up. i feel like i wanna tell someone but not Louis. or should i? after last night i don't know what to think of Louis it makes no sence. that day he ran into me he seemed so nice but then he changed. i don't know what he is really. i don't know who he is. well i know he's Louis Tomlinson from One Direction. but thats it. i don't know him more personal, but then again he doesn't even know me Personal, so i guess it doesn't really matter. I wonder if i do get tired of not having any friends or boyfriends. or even family. i did have family other than my dad. i had grandparents, no aunts or uncles, both my parents were only child's like me. i know i said im originally from Long Island before i moved to the City. (i would've moved farther but that would cost to much gas.) i actually was born/raised in Kansas City but then my family moved from my grandpa and grandma to Long Island New York when i was 14. we saw them at Holidays and my mothers funeral. but they didn't know about my father. my grandparents were nice but when ever i did something wrong they would get me in trouble and they would be ticked. and alot of stuff i told them they didn't believe. this was there own son how could they believe me? and my mom's parents died. grandma died from cancer when i was 10 and my grandpa died from old age when i was 13. but my dads parents are alive and as far as i know from a few years ago healthy. i know people would probably think why didn't i live with my grandparents, while like i said to much gas, and i just told you. *knock knock* I walk over to the door and pray it isn't Louis. oddly enough it isn't. It's Caroline. "Oh hey Caroline." i say. "Hey, Dakota. can i come in?" "oh sure." i reply. i hope she doesn't judge me of my apartment. its clean its just how small it is. "so what do you need?" i ask as we sit on the couch. "nothing, i just wanted to hangout with you. have some girl time!" "oh ok what do you want to do go somewhere or-" "we can hangout here! your apartment is cozy!" she says. my face drops a little bit. i was happy she liked my apartment but if i get the chance i want out of this crap of a apartment. "is that all right cause we can go somewhere else-" she says. i cut her off- "no it's fine we can stay here." i say. "ok great i brought some nail polish, wanna do eachothers nailes!" "sure!" typical Caroline. she was always a girly-girl, or at least she seemed like it. she always had her nails done, wore her hair in a pretty do, and always wore jewelry. she seemed pretty smart, i don't know why she works at starbucks tho. "so why do you seem so down?" she asks. i realize. i am down i'm thinking if i should tell Louis or anyone about the past? "oh really it 's nothing!" i lie. "i think i know what its about." she says. how would she know? did she know? guess its time to find out. "you do?" i question. "is it about what happened with Louis?" "oh um, yeah." i lie again. "how did you know?" i ask. "he texted me." she replies. "oh ok." "he also told me the day he came over you freaked out?" "i just don't like it when people try to come in my apartment or touch me." "well i came in your apartment and i've patted your shoulder and grabbed it and you didn't mind. so can you tell me?" she says. now what do i do? should i tell her? i start to freak out. i'm good at hiding pain but for some reason right now i can't hold in the tears a couple stream down my face. "Dakota, i didn't mean to pry or anything i was just wondering. if you don't wanna tell me you don't have to but if you do i won't tell anyone." Maybe it's best to finally get it off my chest to tell someone and not have it be only me and my dad that know. "No, i'll, i'll tell you." i let out a breath. "ok don't tell anyone! promise?" "promise!" " when i was 16 my mother died, the night after the funeral he went out and got drunk. i don't know why but he did it basically everynight. after a few months i couldn't take it. i confronted him about it-" "and-" i start. "and-" she repeats. "he slapped me across the face really hard. he started doing that every day abusing me torturing me. he'd tell me i was nothing and i was worthless-" "Dakota, i'm so sorry-" "it gets worse-" i begin. "after a month of abuse, he... he... raped me. for years. so when i just turned 18 i ran away, here. thats why my apartment is crappy. I decided to get a boyfriend and he cheated on me. thats why i freaked out when Louis tried to come in or touch me, i was just afraid he would hurt me!" i exclaim and after that, i break. i start to bawl like crazy the tears keep coming and they won't stop. Caroline takes me in her embrace again "shh, Dakota it's alright i'm sorry!" she cooes. it felt good to get it off my chest. really good actually.
(Picture of Caroline on side---->)
A/N: HEY! GOOD NEWS: apparently my friend has a deep love for this story so she begged me to update it (her name is Lily<3 or @_directionerxx follow her!) so i'm in florida right now! at the pool we did a harlem shake! and a wobble!!!!!!! ok what do you think of the story so far? i probably made what happened to her obvious but who cares!:P ok thats it comment what you think pleeeeeeeaaaaasssse!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:)<3 so again vote/COMMENT/fan!!!! bye! .xx
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Protection {Louis Tomlinson} // Book 1
Fanfiction*Song for this fanfic is on the side PLEASE LISTEN* Dakota Smith ran away from home when she was 18. of course she bumps into Louis Tomlinson in the streets of New York. he thinks he likes Dakota and tries to ask her out. but she doesn't know what...
